A/N: Who else is excited for October 8th? I honestly can't wait. But I'm so pissed, because of the 'dress code'. Do you know what that means? It means no more Eli in black and skinny jeans. I might die. I'm sort of a sucker for that stuff… Anyways, I got this idea, and I just had to write it. So… enjoy!

Baking

"Hey, Eli?" asked Clare Edwards, looking up from the paper she was editing to the boy sitting across from her in The Dot. "You know how Adam's birthday is tomorrow?"

"Yeah, of course. Why?" he replied, looking at her with his emerald eyes. He took a sip of his coffee and frowned. "God, they need to learn how to brew a cup of coffee."

"That's true." agreed clare as she raised her mug to her lips. "Anyways, I was thinking… why don't we bake him a cake?" she questioned.

"Or we could just buy it. Its less effort and it's more professional looking." Eli said.

"I'm disappointed, Elijah. Taking the easy way out. Tsk tsk." she shook her head, her auburn curls bouncing against her porcelain cheeks.

"Playing the full name card, are we?" he asked, smirking at her.

She nodded and gave him her best puppy dog eyes.

He sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "Fine. We'll bake him a cake." he said.

"Yay!" exclaimed Clare. She wrapped her arms around Eli's torso. He returned the hug, and her cheeks turned the lightest shade of pink as she realized what had happened. "C'mon, we need to get cake mix and frosting."

"Well then, let's go." he said as he paid Peter. They walked outside, and were greeted by a swirling mist of snowflakes.

"I love snow!" said Clare as she stuck her tongue out, trying to catch a snowflake on her tongue.

"Clare, we should get to the supermarket." he said.

"Give me a minute." she murmured.

"This was your idea, Edwards." he reminded her.

"In a second." she told him. Her cheeks and nose were slightly red, and her curls had snowflakes in them.

"That's it." he said impatiently. He suddenly grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He walked over to Clare and picked her up, bridal style, and carried her to Morty.

"Eli!" she protested, as her already red cheeks turned eve redder.

He set her down next to the passenger door, and opened it for her. "You loved being carried by me, Blue Eyes. Admit it." he smirked.

She just stuck out her tongue. He got in, and drove to the nearest supermarket. They got out of Morty, and walked inside.

"C'mon, let's go to the cake aisle." said Clare, grabbing Eli's large hand in her own. She pulled him to the wall of baking supplies. "Who knew there were so many kinds of cake?" she wondered aloud, looking at the types.

"Everyone but you." smirked Eli.

She ignored his comment. "He likes chocolate, right?" she asked, picking up a box of cake mix and a container of frosting.

"Yeah." nodded Eli. He paid for the supplies, and the pair left.

Once they were in Eli's kitchen, they unpacked their bag. Clare got out a bowl, and they set to work, following the instructions on the box. Eli was mixing the batter, when Clare suddenly said, "I call I get to lick the bowl!"

Eli smirked. "Real mature, Clare. Are you sure you're 15 and not 5?"

She just blew a raspberry. She took over mixing. "By the way, Eli?" she asked.

"Yeah?" he answered.

"You, uh, have some chocolate on you."

"Where?" asked Eli.

"Right… there." said Clare, giggling, as she smeared chocolate on his cheek.

"Really? Well, you have some in your hair."

"I do?" asked Clare.

Eli reached into the bowl and, with batter in hand, patted her head. "Now you do."

"It's on." said Clare, grinning as she picked up another handful.

10 minutes later, the pair was covered in chocolate. "Well, looks like we're going to have to buy a cake now." chuckled Eli.

"Yeah. But we still have the frosting. What should we do with it?" she asked, sitting down.

"Eat it, I guess." answered Eli, sitting down on the chair beside her.

"Sounds good to me." shrugged Clare as she opened up the container and dipped her finger in. she licked the icing off of her finger, but a little was on her lip.

"Clare you've got icing on your lip." he said as he ate some frosting.

"Not again, Eli." said Clare.

"No, I'm serious. Let me get it." he said. And with that, he closed the distance between their lips. Clare kissed him back, and the kiss quickly heated up. His tongue grazed her bottom lip, and she let him in. He explored her mouth, but they had to come up for air after a while.

They were both panting slightly. "We should bake more." said Eli, winking, after a while.

If there wasn't cake batter on her cheeks, he would've seen her blush. But that didn't stop her from replying, "Definitely."

A/N: So, how was that? Did you like it? I did- lots of Eclare action. I think I'm going to make this a series of unconnected oneshots. I might post the next chapter sometime tomorrow. I already have an idea for it. So, review, dear readers!